Reborn met the eyes of each and every person sitting at the table, his expression nonchalant. They were all tense, dealing with the strange situation and unfamiliar operatives, but they were also confident in their own ability. How wrong they were; he would just have to strengthen that incorrect assessment. "Women," he said with an elaborate shrug, and set his near-empty can of soda down while glancing at Bianchi for her signal, though it looked completely natural. "Unfortunately we don't have the facilities to allow her to primp in private here. We are just visiting, after all," he said with the very slightest emphasis. "We had to make do."

One by one, those around the table relax; how foolish of them to be worried about anything happening. Hadn't their security teams cleared the building before they'd even arrived? They had people posted everywhere; no matter what happened, these two wouldn't be able to escape. There weren't any air ducts for things to be piped in from, and they'd even remembered enough to refuse anything offered by the Poison Scorpion!

"Really, darling," he said softly, still watching Bianchi, "couldn't that have waited until later? We do have guests to deal with."